Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

the same. I pulled the tight shirt off and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into my grey sweatpants. Since my hair was still damp from a shower, I hung a towel over my neck.

hair occasionally with the towel. I watched questionably as Namjoon blasted porn on my flatscreen

over the moaning sounds that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up

loud knock sounded over the commotion. It must be Yoongi

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it was impossible

door opens, revealing a sight that made me want to wash my eyes in holy water and perhaps

that was displaying uncensored scenes of body parts I didn't want to witness. As any other

familiar voice yelling to the direction of

eyes to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit me

"Soojung?" He calls my name with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me from seeing whatever that was around us. There was scuffling and

open your eyes now."

me, his arm still firmly wrapped around my torso.

Jungkook was shirtless, the locks of his damp hair stuck onto his forehead. My vision then travelled down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was

sense of his presence here. Or more like, his strikingly attractive appearance that makes me want to jump off

a bunch of boys crowded on it. It was hard not to

back. The slim jaw was prominent against the clothing, accompanied by a half opened

My ears flushed a scarlet red when I scanned

closely. His grip around me loosened as